Stuck On You
“It won’t come off!” Matty shakes his leg, increasingly annoyed at the bur stuck there.
“I know how that feels,” I say, laughing. “You used to cling to me that way.”
“I did NOT!”
“You always wanted to be carried, even when you were too big. I think you just wanted to sneak in those extra hugs.”
He’s too big for hugs now. Wouldn’t dream of embracing his mother in public.
“Well, how did you get me off?” He’s tugging at the seedpod again.
“I waited. And you grew up.”
“I’m not waiting until this thing turns into a tree!”
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